I don’t know just where itall goes, I’, in debt up to my noseGet credit now for 20 percent, buy a car, don’t spend a centTake a ride, don’t you like nice,you can look good for a priceGo to London for a year, hope you can survive on a beerI feel us sinking in credit quicksandI feel us chokingOh, we owe, we owe, we owe, we oweI don’t know who thought that I would do well with a credit lineFirst it was a stereo, then a snowboard and a phoneFinally found a new guitar, put some money down on a carNext gig aint for seventh weeks, holy hell I’m up a creekI feel us sinking in credit quicksandI feel us chokingOh, we owe, we owe, we owe, we oweI don’t know where it all goes, guess it was the job I chooseGone a week and late on rent, my landlord is always bentYou’d think I could save a dime, working alway, all the timeWanna quit but I don’t know, oh we owe, we owe, we owe,we oweI don’t know where it all went, haven’t got a single centTook my car away from me, now I’m riding RTDCut my card up yesterday, guess it’s the price I payGot a new one in the mail – look at me settin sailI feel us sinking in credit quicksandI feel us choking